Dear Great Friend
Being a great friend is a burden. You enjoy giving your time to loved ones only to receive less than half of the effort or love back (as you interpret love). You take the time to understand how each individual operates, because you, great friend, realize that each individual is unique. You do small gestures out of the kindness of your heart because if you pass by that hello kitty bag and don’t get it for that one person (you love) who is obsessed with hello kitty, part of you actually feels guilty and silly knowing you could have instead put a smile on that loved ones’ face. Nothing feels better than putting a smile on another’s face. You don’t even stop to think would this person do this for me? Because that isn't what matters to you, it never was. You look forward to lunches and brunches and actually ask ‘how are you!’ because you want to hear the answer. Whether it is a good or bad answer, you actually for some reason give a shit. Nothing about this loved on